The world as seen by a TV comedy writer

May 2006

May 20, 2006

Traveling home this weekend.Will probably be jet lagged till August.Thanks again to HH for being my blogmaster.

With the big AMERICAN IDOL finale upon us, the question is posed:at what point does fanatic interest become pathetic obsession?I contend it’s when you pick up that phone and actually vote.That’s when you’ve crossed over to the dark side.But for those like me, who love the show but just can’t bring themselves to take that dangerous step,here’s a little AMERICAN IDOL nostalgia to get you through the weekend – healthily.My observations of the first IDOL finale.

What was with Kelly Clarkson wearing a black schmatah dress OVER jeans??It's bad enough her music video looked like a Summer's Eve commercial.

Somebody reeeeeally gay dressed the boys.

Who had less to do, the twenty non finalists who basically stood around and were window dressing...or Brian Dunkleman?

I love when Dunkleman said "see you early next year" when all reports say he's gone.

Did any of the girls eat for the last three weeks?

Did all of the girls get their navels pierced over the last three weeks?

Justin wore more make up than Mary Tyler Moore does these days.

In the 60's medley (which they've now done a gazillion times) did you notice that everyone but that horrible Jim got a solo?

Best body:Ryan Starr.She looked hot even when behind the stairs (what a great bit of choreography THAT was).

Ryan Seacrest is gay.I don't care that he slept with Paula Abdul.That just makes him more gay.

May 19, 2006

While away in Europe I’m posting my favorite scene from FRASIER that my partner, David Isaacs and I wrote.This is from the “Room Service” episode.The whole act was this one scene, and here’s the conclusion.

INT. BATHROOM

FRASIER OPENS THE DOOR.NILES IS LYING SPRAWLED ON THE TOPPLED BREAKFAST CART.

FRASIER

Niles!

NILES

(sitting up) Yes?

FRASIER

Oh my God!

LILITH

I’m so sorry.We didn’t mean for this to happen.

FRASIER

Oh my God!

NILES

She’s telling the truth.It was a mistake.A stupid mistake.

FRASIER

Stop it, Niles.I don’t want to hear how or why or – I just want to get out of here.

FRASIER EXITS THE HOTEL ROOM.

LILITH

Frasier!Frasier!

BUT HE’S OUT THE DOOR.

NILES

This is my worst nightmare.

LILITH

You have egg on your face.

NILES

That’s an understatement.I’m mortified.I –

LILITH

No.Actual egg.It’s in your hair, too.

THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.LILITH OPENS IT AND FRASIER COMES BACK INTO THE HOTEL ROOM.

NILES

I knew you couldn’t stay mad at us.

FRASIER

I’m in a bathrobe, you jackass.

FRASIER BEGINS COLLECTING HIS CLOTHES AS SOMETHING DAWNS ON LILITH.

LILITH

I can understand your shock and – believe me, if I could erase everything that happened last night I would.But if you look at this rationally for a moment, we didn’t technically do anything wrong.

FRASIER

What?!You didn’t doanything wrong?

NILES

I’m a little unclear on that myself but I’m willing to go along with it.

LILITH

You and I are no longer married.Neither is Niles.I won’t say this is my shining hour but we’re not responsible to you or anyone else for our actions.

NILES

(jumping on the bandwagon)Right!And I’m frankly insulted by your outburst.

FRASIER

I can’t believe this!You’re actually defending what you did?

LILITH

Just listen.The past few days have been the worst of my life.I’ve never felt less self-assured, more in need of validation, both as a person and as a woman.And Niles was feeling the same thing.

NILES

Exactly. (realizing) Wait a minute.

LILITH

(to Frasier)Our physical reaction to each other was nothing more than a desperate attempt to reaffirm our own worth.

FRASIER

Very impressive, Lilith.But I happen to be a psychiatrist too.Let me tell you what really transpired.This is a passive-aggressive manifestation of the deep resentments that you both have toward me.You were punishing me for my notoriety.My successful adjustment after our marriage.It is this shared bond that brought you two to your palace of sweet revenge.

LILITH

Allow me to rebut:What a crock.

FRASIER

It is not!

LILITH

This is yet another example of your complete self-absorption and the reason we could not stay together in the first place.

FRASIER

I think I have a right to -- why am I defending myself?

NILES

If you ask me, you’re both off the mark.Last night was all about two people ruled by very strong superegos, tortured by them, who had a chance, however misguided, to break through and rediscover their ids together.Call me an old softy, but that’s how I see it.

FRASIER

(a beat, then) Okay, then… the three of us have certainly analyzed the crap out of this.

LILITH

Where does that leave us?

NILES

Yes.Where do we all go from here?

FRASIER

(after a beat)I don’t know.

THERE’S AN AWKWARD SILENCE.A CELL PHONE RINGS IN THE CLOSET.

NILES

Oh, that’s mine.

NILES GOES TO THE CLOSET TO SEARCH FOR HIS CELL PHONE.

LILITH

You realize if you had simply given in to me last night instead of this morning, the three of us wouldn’t be in this hell?

FRASIER

No, it would be the two of us in a whole different hell.

NILES

(into phone)Niles Crane… Absolutely not.We agreed on a figure… Well that’s too damned bad.I’ve been manipulated enough by you jackals.I’ll see you in court.(hangs up)The very idea that Maris would still think… (realizes) Hey, wait a minute… I’m not sleeping.By all rights the strain of that conversation should have caused me to go out like a light.And instead I feel alert.Almost invigorated.

LILITH

It’s not surprising.Your experience with Maris over the past few months has been emasculating.Last night may have gone a long way toward restoring your self-confidence.

NILES

Yes.And by the same token, you can give up the neurotic assumption that Brian left you because you’re not attractive.You’ve had ample evidence to the contrary.

LILITH

Yes, I have.To hell with Brian.If he wants a doting little wife he can keep Stan.

FRASIER

Well, this just worked out great for everyone, didn’t it?You two solved your problems.The waiter got a handsome tip.Come on, everyone, on my cue… a rousing chorus of “Oh Happy Day.”

LILITH

Please try to understand.

NILES

Yes, what happened was nothing more than –

FRASIER

Oh, stop it, both of you.Enough.It happened, and I’m going to have to deal with it.(then) I suppose in a twisted way there is one positive in this for me.You see, Lilith, I have never stopped desiring you, even though we are completely wrong for each other.But now, from this day forward, whenever I look at your face, I’ll see the back of my brother’s head, and that’s better than a dead horse any day.

LILITH

Well, I’m glad to hear that… I suppose.You know, Frasier –

FRASIER

Enough, Lilith.

LILITH

All right.Maybe I’ll just go have some breakfast.

LILITH GOES INTO THE BATHROOM.THERE’S AN AWKWARD SILENCE.FRASIER AND NILES DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO EACH OTHER.FINALLY:

Even though I’m away on vacation I never stand down from my comedy watch.This is a scene from a FRASIER that David Isaacs and I wrote called “Room Service”.We wrote quite a few episodes of FRASIER but this was my favorite.It’s the beginning of Act II.Actually, the scene is all of Act II.I’ll be posting it throughout the week.

Lilith has just slept with Niles.

INT. LILITH’S HOTEL ROOM – MORNING

NILES AND LILITH IN BED.

LILITH

My God.What did we do?What did we do?

NILES

Well, first we –

LILITH

I know what we did.What do we do now?

NILES

Let’s just try to stay calm.These things happen.They happen every day.(losing it)Every day in Arkansas!Why did you have to look so damned bewitching all evening?

LILITH

Oh, so it was my fault, Mr. Sweet-and-Attentive?Why’d you have to drive me home and walk me to my door?

NILES

The way the moonlight bathed your alabaster shoulders –

LILITH

Your sensitive and manly touch –

NILES

Yours too.

LILITH

Take me.

THEY DIVE FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN PULL UP SHORT.

LILITH

We’ve got to resist this.It’s wrong.

NILES

Of course it is.Last night was simply two wounded people acting out of loneliness and confusion.

LILITH

Not to mention four bottles of wine.But for whatever reasons we’re here, we must never let this happen again.

NILES

Yes, of course.(beat)But just to clarify…because of the ramifications of our indiscretion or, because, you know…?

LILITH

You were fine.My God, you Crane men.

THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

NILES

(panicking) Who’s that?

LILITH

Don’t panic.No one knows we’re here.

NILES

I told Frasier I was driving you home.

LILITH

(now panicking) Why did you do a stupid thing like that?

NILES

It wasn’t stupid at the time.How did I know the minute we got inside this room you’d be on me like a hawk on a titmouse?

Thought I'd check in while my wife hits every single store in Europe...even if it means going down hidden alleys. It's all the same crap!!

The networks are announcing their schedules. Word of them has not reached Santorini. Fun thing to do is just look at the titles, loglines, and casts and predict (a) which will be the first cancelled, (b) which will make it. Hint: the most hype, the greater the chance for (a).

Very soon I will be posting the second act from the favorite FRASIER episode that David and I wrote. It's the one where Lilith sleeps with Niles. Home next week and things will be back to normal. In the meantime, enjoy one of the scripts I'm proudest of.

May 15, 2006

In 1991 I was a rookie play-by-play announcer for the Baltimore Orioles.I kept a daily journal that year and sold it as a book.IT’S GONE…NO, WAIT A MINUTE! (my classic home run call unfortunately) was published by Villard and released in ’93.It’s available on Amazon or on a remainder table near you.Fifteen years ago today this is what happened:

WEDNESDAY, MAY 15, 1991, BALTIMORE

A typical day really, except that the queen of England and the president of the United States attended the game.They saw the A’s win 6-3, although Randy Milligan hit his first home run of the year and then his second.

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II and His Royal Highness Prince Philip are visiting the United States and wanted to view something that represented the “epitome of America”.That meant either the Shopping Channel or baseball.So our little ol’ ballpark on Thirty-third Street got the nod.The weather was glorious, the traffic horrendous, and the crowd merely moderate (32,501) to see this historic occasion (The queen was not as big a draw as free wristbands.)

The entourage arrived at 6:30 via motorcade and were whisked into a private reception hosted by club owner Eli S. Jacobs (whom I have yet to meet, by the way).The VIP party, which also included Mrs. Bush, baseball commish Fay Vincent (who told me before the game that the role of the commissioner in affairs such as these is “to be seen and then leave”), Secretary of Defense Dick Cheney, Mrs. Secretary of Defense, the Governor of Maryland, the British Foreign Secretary, and a number of the queen’s personal valets, secretaries, and foot stools.They all dined on crab cakes and hot dogs.(What, no crumpets and nachos??).

Everyone lingered over dinner for fifteen minutes, and then the royal party moved on to the Orioles dugout to greet the players of both teams.

I did not get to meet the queen.Jon Miller and I were on the air describing the proceedings.At 7:20 a receiving line of players was rushed through (viewed by the crowd on DiamondVision), and to the horror of the Secret Service, the president escorted Queen Elizabeth (or “Sausage” as Prince Philip calls her) up the top step into the on-deck area in full view of the masses.Personally, I feel Harold Baines would be in greater danger than the queen, but the Secret Service men held their breath just the same.The crowd roared its approval.

From there the royal party repaired back to Mr. Jacobs’ sky box on the mezzanine level just to the left of the press box.They sat comfortably behind bulletproof glass as a high school chorus mangled “God Save the Queen” and “The Star-Spangled Banner” over a sound system wracked by feedback.

They stayed for two whole innings, and I sort of felt bad because they were two very boring innings.Five walks, little action.Really, Your Highness, baseball is not that dull!I wanted her to stay longer, but by 8:45 the motorcade had shuttled her away.I also was hoping to have her stop by our booth and possibly read the “Esskay Meats Out-of-Town Scoreboard,” but that was not to be.See if I vote for her in the next election!

All in all it was a very exciting night.In three previous years in the minors the most important dignitary I ever saw attend a game was the Phillie Phanatic.

May 14, 2006

This is my favorite mother joke. Actually it's a mother-in-law joke and it comes from the very politically incorrect but screamingly funny AMOS & ANDY SHOW. I believe this was written by Mosher & Connelly (who went on to create LEAVE IT TO BEAVER and THE MUNSTERS).

The Kingfish sets up a blind date for "Mama". Hoping the poor guy would like her and take her off of his hands he arranges for Mama to go to the beauty parlor. He's talking to the hair stylist, describing Mama. He says (and I'm paraphrasing), "Picture a grapefruit that's been out at sea. And it washes ashore, all covered with seaweed and crabs. Now it sits in the sun for a couple of weeks and gets all wrinkly and rotted and bugs are now flying around it. Can you picture that?" The hairstylist says "Uh huh." And the Kingfish says, "Good. If you can make her look that good I'd be satisfied!"

May 13, 2006

I’m still on my Mediterranean cruise.Thanks again to HH for maintaining my blog.For my weekend post I’d like to re-post my travelogue from a few years ago.It was our first cruise.We decided to take a test run.All that was missing was the iceberg.

*****

Back from our four day Carnival Cruise on the M/S Ecstasy.My daughter found it hysterical that we were "on Ecstasy"for four days.What we were really on was a floating trailer park.2600 Jerry Springer guests descended upon San Pedro complete with T-shirts, black socks, tattoos, nose rings, wheelchairs, strollers, plaid shorts, knitting, disposable cameras, and disposable diapers (a few even for the babies on board).First we waited in line for close to an hour just to board.This would be a pattern.There were lines for everything.At least at Disneyland you end up going on the Indiana Jones ride.Here you get to the soft serve frozen yogurt machine.

Our cabin was small but at least had a window.Most of the cabins did not.But they all had curtains to at least give the illusion of windows.And some rooms had bunk beds.Four or five people living in a closet.And considering how these people ate I fully expect there are at least four cabins where the guests are now wedged in so tight that only the jaws of life will free them.One question overheard:Why do they put those little pats of butter on my pillow every night?

Each cabin has a ships' steward.We never saw ours.He just comes around once a night and folds towels in the shape of elephants.I guess he wasn't happy with his tip.Last night's towel was shaped like a giant penis.

It was a cattle car.Instead of asking whether we were having fun they should have been asking "got milk?"

We toured the vessel.There is a large upstairs dining room (pen) that my son immediately recognized as the mess hall from his dorm.From then on we referred to the Panorama Bistro as DeWick (his dorm's name).There is the Metro Bar (pen) where from the minute they arrived till the minute they left, there were the same twelve lushes at the bar.A casino (the CrystalPalace (pen)) offered nickel slots and blackjack adding to the feeling that we were held prisoner at Harrah's Tahoe.The Lido Deck (pasture) was the pool area.The pool was the size of a bowl of Hamburger Hamlet's Lobster Bisque.But there was a water slide.A water slide into a four foot bowl?Not a good idea.I doubt if Kathy Lee Gifford, spokesperson for Carnival, would let Cody go on it.You never heard the kids screaming because of the Calypso music that was being played at deafening levels.There were upper decks (pastures) with no shade and worse: no bars!A gym and spa perched at the top level.The showroom (pen) was the Blue Sapphire Lounge, named no doubt for the Kingfish's wife because you had to be in the Mystic Knights of the Sea to want to go on this cruise.The two main dining rooms were the Wind Song (named after a cheap perfume) and Wind Star.The decor of the entire ship was splashes of bright bright busy colors.It was like living in Jimi Hendrix's head.

Just walking around the ship with all its faux glitz and neon you needed Dramamine.Who cares if it's moving?

We all assembled for the big safety drill wearing our life jackets.So thrilled was I that my daughter was wearing one that said "Ms Ecstasy 69".(her room number).Imagine the lines for the lifeboats.

They screwed up and assigned us to two different tables.The food was basically "first class airline" cuisine.Fancy titles, small portions, served in mass quantities.I think the soux chef was hired away from Attica.

Checked out the entertainment at the Blue Sapphire pen.Out came the cruise director, Simon.Picture a skinny hyper British Alfalfa who thinks he's Jerry Lewis circa 1952,He's kind of the semi-retarded cousin every family has.We got a preview of the fabulous entertainment to follow in the nights ahead.The Ecstasy Orchestra -- four guys, the Ecstasy Dancers (who were busy handing out the Bingo cards), a man/woman singing duo that serenaded us with the Carnival Theme, and finally a schleppy comedian who opened his act with "my girlfriend is half Jewish, half Native-American.Her name is Bargain Hunter". The rest of his material wasn't as good.My kingdom for Buddy Greco!!

Next we checked out the celebrated midnight buffet at the DeWick pen.Here it is the middle of the night and these people are powering down pork ribs and beans drenched in bbq sauce.Long lines to get to the grease.The salad bar remained untouched.My kingdom for a Sizzlers!!

Next morning we arrived in Catalina.I pulled back the curtains to a glorious view of the island.I said to my wife, "There's Catalina."Obviously in need of a stronger prescription she looked out the window and said, "Where?"WHERE???

Breakfast at the Wind Star trough then an hour wait to get a shuttle boat to Catalina where I had a delightful time retracing Natalie Wood's last day.

Back on board in time for a refreshing Jacuzzi.This is a TRUE story.The day before when I checked out the gym facilities I noticed in the men's locker room that they had steam, and a sauna, and in a little room a Jacuzzi.So after working out and taking a scvitz I went out to the men's Jacuzzi donned only in a towel.I dropped the towel and casually stepped into the Jacuzzi only to realize that there was a big window and I had just taken off all my clothes for the Yoga class.Now some women entered from the ladies' side.My towel was across the room.Needless to say, I know how to make an exit.

Dinner was formal.My friend, Marc Sedaka, remarked that "formal" on one of these cruises meant long pants.He's right.On the other hand some people dressed as if it were their prom.Some women spent all day in the hairdressers.For a Carnival dinner!!My son was the best dressed of our family.Dark sports jacket, nice tie, khaki pants, and sandals.

There were 920 crew members, from 47 different countries.I kept checking for Iraqis, especially in the dining room.

I missed the "Austin Powers" dance class.Wanted to go.Too big a line.

Tonight was the gala midnight buffet, held in the Wind Song and Wind Star pens.Our Maitre D told everyone to bring their cameras.A few salads, sliced cheese, cold cuts, turkey a la king, rice,beef in sauce, fruit salad.Yeah, you want a picture of that.A dessert table with a guy cutting the cakes.If you asked for a second slice he glared at you.

The next morning we awoke in Mexico.According to the daily newsletter (the "Carnival Capers"...I hear they're looking for a political editor) no shuttle boats were necessary.We were docked.But you did have to take a shuttle bus into town at $6 per person (432,784 pesos).Personally, I had no desire to go to Ensenada.I had seen TRAFFIC.I had seen TOUCH OF EVIL.But my son wanted to buy me a beer (you can purchase liquor at 18) so that was good enough to get me off the boat.The minute we hit the dock there was a guy with a full portable bar.Then we had to walk through a shopping plaza.Finally after our shuttle ride we arrived in town where had a couple of XX's at Hussong's.It's like Cheers except "everyone wants your money".Wandering through town we were stopped at least five times asking if we wanted to go to peep shows.What, no cock fights?!At least I knew the ship was safe.Carnival International paid a kid $5.00 to watch it.

Back in the room I watched "Sabrina the Teen Witch" in Spanish.It was funnier that way.I should have gotten a massage.An ad in "Carnival Capers" proclaimed: "Viva la Mexico.We've gone CRAZY in the Spa today.10% off all spa treatments."They weren't kidding.10%!!!

We missed the kitchen tour."This is where we microwave 10,000 meals a day".

Spent some time up on the Lido pasture at the crock pot known affectionately as the "pool".How fitting that I should be reading "Snobbery" by Joseph Epstein.Didn't bother to watch the ice sculpture demonstration...too many people.I did notice kids running up to the stage to save the discarded pieces of ice.Yes, those will make lovely souvenirs.I had to get down to the Wind Star pen so I couldn't stick around for the "Hairiest Man" competition.A woman won I think.

Entertainment that night (after a rousing game of Bingo) consisted of a Vegas type review.A big dance number celebrating beating the Japanese in World War II.The fifty or sixty Japanese guests didn't find it as stirring as the rest of the guests however.Then, finally, some real entertainment.A comic named Jerome who was actually hilarious.He did an R-rated show later that night that I caught (after passing on the Mexican Food midnight buffet at the DeWick pen) which was even funnier.

The third day was traveling from Mexico.I opted for a real massage instead of the $1 massage chairs adjacent to the casino.It got a little turbulent.A happy ending to that massage was not throwing up.

Among the questions asked various crew members on Carnival cruises:Does the ship generate its own electricity?(No, idiot, they roll out a long extension cord).At the photography booth:How will I know which one of these photographs is mine?What do they do with the ice sculpture once it's melted?And my personal favorite:What religion are those people who wear patches behind their ears?

Staging game shows is a popular feature.Hosted by Social Director, Simon ("hello ladies and germs") they played a version of the Newlywed Game that was quite amusing.Among the questions and answers:"Where's the starngest place you and your husband have made love?'Answer:"the kids bed".If a parrot was in your room every night what sound would he hear enough to be able to repeat it?Couple number two:He:"Shut Up!"She: "Are you done yet?"Describe your wife's naked butt when she bends over.Couple number three:He:"McDonald's Golden Arches".

Getting off the ship was another adventure.We were all awoken at 6:30 and began immigration, based on colored tags of our luggage (which we had to have picked up by midnight last night).Everyone had to clear customs before anyone could disembark.Out of 2600 people I was amazed that only 300 were still clueless as to what to do at 9 am.We were then asked to leave depending upon our color tags.But they had no way of checking.So we just went with one of the first groups, got right off, claimed our bags in two seconds and left.

All in all it was fun to get away, an interesting change of pace, I now know where Natalie Wood had her last meal, the weather was great, learned a lot about Bulgaria and the Czech Republic, laughed a bunch, won ten bucks last night in blackjack, saw first hand why the WWF gets ratings while PBS does not, watched fat guys do the Macarana, and best of all didn't have to fly anywhere so I avoided that line!!!

May 12, 2006

In 1993 my partner David and I were casting a pilot for CBS called BIG WAVE DAVE’S.One of the parts was for Jack.If you haven’t already, read yesterday’s post with a description of Jack and the sides we used for the audition.And now prepare yourself for RC.That’s not his real name but will do for our purposes.

Our office was on the Paramount lot.Our first floor window looked out at Gower Avenue.To set the scene, we were on the couch.To our left was the window to Gower.To our right was Sheila Guthrie, our casting director.Directly across from us was a chair for the actor and the door to our outer office where our assistant and other actors waited.That particular day we were seeing Jacks and Karens.The Karen role would eventually go to Jane Kaczmarek but that day there were maybe six other talented actresses set to read.

Normally the casting director goes out into the waiting room, brings in the actor, and introduces him.When it was time for RC, Sheila went out and came back in alone.She said he wanted to make an entrance.Uh oh, we thought.That can’t be a good sign.

A moment later the door bursts open and this fat sloth bursts in.He’s wearing just a t-shirt and shorts and carrying a large garbage bag over his shoulder (a la Dave).Oh, and he’s SOAKING WET.

We were a little startled but kept it together.He began reading with Sheila and then peeled off his t-shirt.Why we don’t know.He continued reading but now, for some inexplicable reason, he dropped his shorts.All he was wearing was his tighty-whities.And since they were soaked they were completely transparent.In other words, little Willy had now joined the reading.

Amazingly, Sheila managed to keep reading with him.David and I tried to remain composed but the absurdity of this was just too much.We both started laughing.

RC came to the Kampua’a, God of rain speech.He crossed to the window, stood in front of it, rattled the blinds (to represent thunder) and bellowed out his speech.At the same time a young couple, probably tourists, were walking down the street.We could see them from our angle.The couple turned to the noise and the girl went bat shit, screaming in utter terror.

By now David and I were rolling on the floor.RC must’ve felt he was KILLING.He did the last few lines with even greater panache.We’re now on the floor, tears streaming, sides hurting from laughing so hard.What do you say to this guy?We managed “Well, okay, we haven’t seen that before.”He thanked us for his time, gathered up his clothes and the garbage bag.We told him he could put his clothes back on but he said, “No no, I’ve taken up too much of your time already.”With that he walks into the outer office.Now we hear six actresses scream at the top of their lungs.We’re rolling on the floor again.

RC goes out into the hall to dress.The CHEERS offices were at the other end of the hallway.The CHEERS writers came out to see what was going on.From our office we heard those screams, which set us off for another twenty minutes.

Obviously, RC didn’t get the part.But for five minutes I must admit we were considering bringing him to the network.

Ken Levine is an Emmy winning writer/director/producer/major league baseball announcer. In a career that has spanned over 30 years Ken has worked on MASH, CHEERS, FRASIER, THE SIMPSONS, WINGS, EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND, BECKER, DHARMA & GREG, and has co-created his own series including ALMOST PERFECT starring Nancy Travis. He and his partner wrote the feature VOLUNTEERS. Ken has also been the radio/TV play-by-play voice of the Baltimore Orioles, Seattle Mariners, San Diego Padres.